As Leonard approached with the kid, Mick was outside of his car with his arms crossed, parked up on the curb and half into the road, blocking off the half of the road to stop that fucker who beeped at him coming through. Oh yeah, no one beeps at him. As they approached, he looked at Hartley, all sad with blood on his hand, just knowing it was going to be a fucked up night. It didn't take a genius to work out what happened.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out to his new young boss.

"Clean your hands up, kid. Then you can have a cookie." Yes, he brought cookies. Not entirely by accident but hell, it could never hurt to have cookies. Case in point. He looked at Leonard and raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"